Azeid Zeus

As a proud Amarrian soldier he walked into a world filled by politics, ancient arguments and corruption. Old arguments between men to young to know the reason for all the meanace. His training felt like a betrayal from his own kin and he started to stray without a goal. Soon he found himself as a refugee at a Caldari work-camp together with roughneck miners and boozers.

Teachings on how to guess the quality of molten Veldspar together with the sensual sparkle deep within the Kernite crystal. It was in these stones and minerals faith was once again found. The cost for this education was a face forged by bar quarrels and it left Azeid's face scared forever.

The dead materials came into life and gave the young Khanid a purpose. Creation instead of destruction. Azeid Zeus was miner and a survivalist.

Perhaps his parents would one day understand.

Perhaps.